There is no road
there is no lodge
stars above
pine straw below
Saturday, August 6, 2011
MOONLIGHT
Moonlight crawls thru my window
and creeps between my sheets
her skin is soft and pale
aglow
she casts shadows, spinning
on the ceiling
her touch is as warm water
on a cool nite
the curtains flutter, clouds drift by
till we meet again...
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